Page 57 of Casey's Hero

She worked another towel to dry him as well. Still damp, he lifted her in his arms and carried her into the bedroom, laying her on the bed. He dug into the nightstand for the box of condoms he’d put in there earlier that day. The box had been in his truck console on the off chance he found a willing woman at his buddy’s wedding.

And he’d found one. A beautiful woman he was falling for. Hard.

She was everything he could ever want in a partner. Strong, determined and sexy as hell. Not to mention fierce and courageous. She’d handled herself like a seasoned warrior when confronted by the cartel.

His fingers curled around a foil packet, and he held it up. “Success.”

She laughed. “Not until you use it.”

“And we will. After.”

Casey leaned up on one elbow. “After what?”

He stalked her like an animal going after his prey.

Her eyes flashed, and her legs parted as he crawled up on the bed and leaned over her.

“After I make you come apart.”

She stared up at him, her breathing already ragged. “Promises, promises.”

“I keep my promises.” He laid the condom on the pillow beside her and kissed her, thrusting between her teeth and caressing her tongue with his. When he’d taken his fill, he trailed his lips along the firm line of her jaw, down her long, slender neck to the base of her throat where her pulse beat hard and fast.

He paused there, reveling in the thunderous rhythm of her heart. He did that to her. That was the only kind of power he wanted over a woman. The power of sheer desire.

Jacob moved downward to capture each of her nipples, one at time, between his teeth, tempting, teasing and flicking them until she writhed beneath him. Abandoning them, he moved down her torso to his goal.

Parting her folds, he flicked her clit with his thumb, dipped into her channel and dragged her thick juices up to that nubbin of nerve-packed flesh and swirled until she wove her fingers into his hair.

“Please,” she whispered.

“Please what?”

“Please….” she sucked in a breath, “lick me.”

He chuckled and blew a warm stream of air over her heated flesh. Then he touched her there with his tongue.

Her back arched off the mattress. “Yes!”

When he flicked her again, she raised her knees and dug her heels into the mattress, lifting her hips to bring her up to meet his next touch.

His body burned to be inside her, but he wanted her to come before he slaked his own thirst. He tapped, flicked, swirled and licked her there, a relentless onslaught to her senses.

Casey’s body tensed, her muscles tightening. Then she froze, her breath catching and holding. For a long moment, she didn’t move as he continued his campaign.

Then her fingernails dug into his scalp, and her hips rocked in the jerky, unsteady rhythm of someone lost in release.

When she drew in her next breath, she said. “Now. I want you. Inside. Me. Now.” She pulled on his hair, dragging him up her body. She grabbed the condom he’d left on the pillow beside her, tore it open and rolled it down over his engorged staff.

As soon as she’d sheathed him, he positioned himself at her entrance. “Are you sure about this?”

“For the love of—” She gripped his hips and brought him home in one long, swift thrust.

Buried deep inside of her, he held steady for a long moment, allowing her channel to adjust to his girth.

Unwilling to wait another second, Casey guided him, increasing the pace of his thrusts until he moved like a piston, in and out.

Tension built, filling him, pushing him to the edge.

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